I'd been waiting to see him all day. We needed this little break to relax and unwind. I've been overseeing an important project at work, he's been working 16 days straight. At home we pass each other in the hallway and hope to get a glimpse of each other before heading off to our jobs. But we planned this night and it was going to be amazing.
Well, that was the plan at least.
We flirted shamelessly with each other at the bar, acting more like a couple of horny twenty-somethings than the two grown ass 50 year olds we are. I was looking fierce with my shimmering blue sweater with the cut out sleeves baring my arms, and my tight black jeans hugging my ample behind. My braids were fresh and my make-up fierce. He was looking at me as if he was going to devour me right there at the bar, constantly putting his hands on my thigh, my back, pushing my braids away from my face.
"Let's go," he says without needing further explanation. I down my 4th shot of tequila, grab my purse and let him lead me out of the bar. Our hotel is a short walk away and we enjoy the night air that is actually doing NOTHING to dissipate my high. We hold hands as we make our way through the parking lot and the front door of the hotel. In the elevator he whispers in my ear, "You look beautiful." I blush. Then he says, "I'm going to fuck you now." I blush some more.
We make our way into our room, kissing and removing each other's clothing simultaneously. In our haste to get to the bed I get tangled up in my own feet and trip, falling quite ungracefully to the floor.
"Are you OK?" he asks, a genuine feeling of concern in his voice along with a genuine need to suppress a chuckle.
"I'm FINE," I say, a little to bruskly. Since I'm down here I might as well have a little fun so I pull his already unbuckled pants and underwear down to his ankles, reach for his cock, and put it in my mouth.
I hear him moan and he grabs the back of my head, slowly shoving his dick down my throat. I look up at him but he's in a zone, his head thrown back....causing him to lose his balance. Before I can do anything he's leaning WAY beyond center, but lands harmlessly on his back on the bed behind him.
I'm on all fours on the floor, desperately trying not to laugh.
"You better not be laughing," he says while still laying where he fell on the bed.
"No, Sir," I respond, but I can't hold back the chuckle.
We both laugh. Whatever we thought was going to happen tonight is NOT going to happen. We finish undressing and climb into the bed and get under the covers. I revel in the feeling of his body against mine, the smell of his cologne, the beating of his heart.
"I'm so tired," he says apologetically.
"I know, Baby," I say tenderly. "It's been a long week for both of us and you still have to work in the morning. I appreciate you making the effort to squeeze me into your busy schedule. It's been so long..."
I hear him breathing, look up at his face and realize he's fallen asleep. I snuggle up next to him, my head on his chest as it rises and falls.
"Maybe next time, my love," I whisper as I settle down to sleep.